Douluo: A Century-old Legend I Am the Second Uncle Chenxin

Chapter 1672 Destruction

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A full three minutes.

Time flowed slowly amidst the deafening explosions of soul power, the piercing whistling of vines, and the dull thuds of impact.

The blood that had once boiled over the arrival of the throne in the eyes of 120,000 people was now gradually cooling down in the dull and endless battle.

The initial shock and roars have long since turned into scattered, powerless discussions or weary silences.

Even the most exciting duels will eventually turn into dull scabs when destruction and repair are repeatedly played out in the same meat grinder for too long.

In the stands, some people began to rub their sore necks, while others quietly turned their gaze elsewhere.

High-intensity suffocation balance... is also a kind of boredom.

……

The murmurs from the audience gradually subsided amidst the suffocating standoff, replaced by whispers that rustled like falling leaves.

"Girl with pink cheeks! What is she?!"

"I thought that no matter how powerful the Immortal was, he would be defeated by the Three Heroes of Heavenly Battle, but I didn't expect it to be such a one-sided battle."

"I didn't expect such a crushing defeat. I thought it would be a fierce battle, but who would have thought... that the three heroes of Tiandou would be suppressed like this, with only this small space left for them to maneuver and defend themselves."

"Yes, even with the sixth, tenth, and fifteenth ranked students on the Prodigy Ranking joining forces, they are still barely holding on within the cage enclosed by vine walls."

"One person surrounds a group of geniuses."

"A vine sea of ​​five kinds of vine spirits... Unheard of in a thousand years."

"Hmm, I thought I'd see Chen Xinyi's terrifying eyes, but now it's Teng Hai?! Another blind box."

"Look... isn't Chen Xinyi's eye slightly closed?"

"That's outrageous, you piece of shit!"

"Just now, you sat on the throne with an air of arrogance, but now, with your eyes lowered, you seem somewhat... weary?"

"Stop talking nonsense! If we lose the battle here, my thousand gold coins bet will be wasted!"

"There's no need to be so pessimistic. The Tiandou team has been persevering, so they must have a backup plan."

"By the way, we still have Ye Zijun, the Holy Healer of the Nine Heart Begonia, so we can definitely hold on until the end."

"Yes, don't be discouraged. The Heavenly Dou Team has fought its way up, and there have been times when they were at a disadvantage, but in the end, they still won, didn't they?!"

"Excellent! We only need to believe..."

The clamor was finally silenced by a scream:
"Alright! Since we're all supporters of the Heavenly Dou faction—"

The man suddenly stood up, fiercely waving the Heavenly Dou Banner in his hand, shouting, "My half-brothers—rise up!"

…………

The high-altitude battlefield has long since been reduced to ruins.

The golden radiance around the sacred beast was as dim as old silk, and the charred gash torn in its left wing revealed the unstable soul essence flowing within.

The holy rain had dried up halfway, its head still bearing the remnants of its majesty, yet it could not conceal the thick frost covering its neck and the stiffness of its icy claws, with each flap of its wings causing specks of gold to fall.

The Silver Wolf King's enormous body was shrouded in a thin veil, and the moonlight was faint.

The light wings on its back were now just illusory outlines, and the cracks in its giant claws revealed frost; each strike seemed to drain its very essence.

His heavy breathing condensed into a white mist and ice zone, and the halo of his soul core flickered and trembled with each breath, like a candle about to go out.

On the throne, Xiao Yi slowly opened her left eye, which had been slightly closed.

The moonlight in his eyes suddenly broke through, and a huge, pure white beam of light surged out from his left pupil!

The beam of light, condensed and solidified, contained the essence of the moon and the power of purification, giving it a holy yet terrifying aura of destruction. It instantly pierced through the gaps in the unstable soul power of the swan. There was no earth-shattering explosion, only a piercing "sizzle—" sound of erosion, as if the holy light was being burned away by a higher-level energy.

The moonlit beam of light, like a divine slash, ruthlessly pierced the base of the swan's relatively intact right wing—

laugh! !

The main wing, which carried the essence of the flowing wind and sacred feathers, broke off in response to the light.

The cut was as smooth as a mirror, but it was instantly covered and purified by a layer of pure moonlight flames. The sacred luster of the broken wing quickly dimmed and turned into mortal matter.

The swan's mournful cry echoed through the sky, its massive body suddenly losing its balance and plummeting downwards.

At the top of the barrier below, Xue Shiming's face suddenly turned ashen, and she abruptly clasped her hands together.

The seed of soul power within his body trembled violently, attempting to mend the two severed pieces of the swan that had been eroded by the moonlight.

Just as the remains of the swan were barely brought within a few feet of its main body—

The Silver Wolf King has appeared.

The long-awaited right forepaw slammed down, carrying with it fragments of moonlight.

boom--! !

Before the severed half of the wing could rejoin the main body, it shattered under the brutal, tearing claw strike, turning into countless tiny specks of light and water vapor.

The remaining massive body of the swan, like a shattered glass statue, trembled violently in the aftershocks of the tearing blow.

Wow...

Immediately, the entire energy structure collapsed completely!
The winds scattered, holy rain poured down, ice scales flew, golden feathers withered... all the sacred soul power and material foundation that made up the swan exploded like a shattered kaleidoscope in the air above the arena, creating a brief and poignant storm of light and rain before vanishing completely.
The Silver Wolf King's massive body swayed violently in the air, and its dim figure became even thinner.

It let out a final, muffled gasp, dragging its weary spirit body, and slowly flew toward the towering, evergreen vine crown throne, finally collapsing halfway to the ground.

Its enormous head rests beside the gnarled vine roots entwined with golden patterns, its front paws slightly outstretched, like a loyal dog lying down to rest beneath its master.

The moonlight flowed slowly across its silvery-white fur, and with each breath, heavy particles of light dissipated.

……

Xue Shiming's body trembled violently, spiderweb-like cracks appeared on the stone surface beneath his knees, and crimson blood gushed from his mouth, splattering onto the bluestone beneath his feet.

The backlash from the collapse of the sacred beast was like a heavy hammer piercing his lungs and internal organs. He supported himself with one arm, his knuckles scraping the stone with a harsh friction.

"Boss!" Bai Tianrui and Zhixuan roared at the same time.

Behind Ye Zijun, the nine-hearted begonia swayed and bloomed, countless light pink rays woven into a torrent that surged into Xue Shiming's hunched body.

The blocked and broken internal organs were forcibly repaired, and a few traces of life instantly returned to his ashen face. He swayed and stood up again, only to be met with even heavier and more stagnant breathing.

This injury gave the rampant vines an even more powerful outlet.

Tang Chen's arms, which were swinging the giant hammer, were simultaneously entangled and dragged by dozens of purple-black vine shadows, and the halo of Ning Zhongtian's glazed pagoda was compressed to only three feet around his body!
The sound of the barrier shattering inch by inch was clearly audible.

"Shiming!" Tang Chen roared, his voice like tearing silk through the vines, "The time has come! If we hold on any longer, we'll be on our graves!"

Xue Shiming slowly stood up, the bloodshot in her eyes still visible: "Alright!"

He turned his head and whispered, "Tianrui, Zhixuan, Xinyao! Hold on for these three breaths!"

The three of them didn't even have time to nod.

Xue Shiming straightened his back and his voice boomed through the soul power: "Achen, Zhongtian—come!"

boom!boom!
The two figures tore through the vines and retreated abruptly!

Tang Chen's right arm was covered in corrosive black marks from the meteorite vine, while Ning Zhongtian's left sleeve was covered with shards of sword willow leaves that had been cut open.

Two hands, stained with blood and broken vines, landed heavily on Xue Shiming's straight shoulders with completely different yet equally profound strength, one on the left and one on the right.

Debris flew everywhere, and the three streams of energy instantly merged as if cast in iron.

(End of this chapter)